As of this writing, I’ve been a front desk clerk working the Graveyard Shift, 11pm to 7am, for a bit over nine months. There’s a great upside: it’s quiet; my supervisor has no problem with me sketching, reading or writing to stay awake and alert; there’s about three and a half hours of work, emergencies excluded, to get done in an eight-hour shift; a chef-prepared meal is provided. There’s a downside as well, but let’s accentuate the positive.
Here are the words to the double acrostic:
Nocturnality’s not pyrotechnic
If the a l c o h o l is isopropyl
Given processed dew on tension’s surface
Haste is wasted whist if you’re a slow peer
Take a moonlight shave & risk a neck nick
Line 1: Being up all night might be boring…
Line 2: …if your fluid of choice is isopropyl alcohol and not booze alcohol.
Line 3: How is dew processed? Through evaporation or consumption. Watching dew evaporate is tiresome…
Line 4: The line riffs on “haste makes waste.”
Line 5: Don’t shave on shift under penalty of flaw.